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letra de criminology - yungeen ace

[intro]
i just wanna make a way for all my dogs, don’t give a f-ck, n-gga
(key kartel)
ayy, to all my n-ggas, i love all of you, know what i’m sayin’?
brodie, i love you, if you need me, i’m always only a call away
i mean, sometimes i might not answer the first ring, but f-ck it

[chorus]
life been hard, but it’s been hittin’ me lately (hittin’ me lately)
i been calculatin’ everything i do, on gang them (like, one, two, alright, bet)
it might be too late for anyone to save me (anyone to save me)
man, f-ck this mask, i’ma do this n-gga on camera (right here)
[verse 1]
chasin’ all the opps, i been too tired (been too tired)
jumped off that porch with my shoes tied (with my shoes tied)
these n-ggas b-tches without nine lives (without nine lives)
when them n-ggas slide, these n-ggas inside (skrrt), these n-ggas always hide (ayy, come here)
go to war with the world, i don’t give a f-ck who gon’ die (like, f-ck you)
every step i take, i got my gun on my side (d-mn)
i ain’t beef ’bout no b-tch, these n-ggas got too much pride (these n-ggas got too much pride)
crossed him three times, i can’t believe this n-gga still alive (man, f-ck)
his grandma do voodoo, this n-gga a voodoo child (alright, bet)
f-ck it, let me do it, stand over him, it ain’t no shootin’ wild (make sure he done)
uh, raised by my mama, i’m a b-st-rd child (my mama, n-gga)
my tears be fake, like f-ck this b-tch, i don’t want this b-tch after all (swear)
put my n-ggas in position, overwork that kitchen (overwork that kitchen)
these n-ggas be flippin’ chickens, they ain’t doin’ no dishes (ain’t doin’ no dishes)
all day and night, this trap here never stop (this sh-t here never stop)
could’ve invested in stock, but i brought this rap money straight to the block (i ain’t never change)
yeah, but off that sh-t, i been on other missions (been on other missions)
i been zonin’ in and out, been feelin’ like my mind missin’ (my mind)
i got a vision, i want us all rich (i want us all rich)
for every hit make in the booth, make sure an opp is hit (make sure an opp is hit)
i keep this sh-t real, don’t f-ck with the opposite (i don’t f-ck with the opposition)
hold on, wait, feds been on the line (f-ck)
ain’t no trailin’ me, i’m goin’ fast (hold up), on this highway, i be flyin’ (vroom)
i’m in two cars deep, take the exit and i’ma switch cars one more time (ayy, come here, hold up)
[chorus]
life been hard, but it’s been hittin’ me lately (hittin’ me lately)
i been calculatin’ everything i do, on gang them (like, one, two, alright, bet)
it might be too late for anyone to save me (anyone to save me)
man, f-ck this mask, i’ma do this n-gga on camera (right here, i swear)

[verse 2]
labeled me your villain, ain’t no savin’ me (ain’t no savin’ me)
yeah, i’m pullin’ triggers, i ain’t pushin’ p (i ain’t pushin’ p, n-gga)
got so much animosity inside of me (inside of me)
got mental problems, i want ’em dead, bodies keep callin’ me (they keep on callin’ me and sh-t, i can’t think right)
yeah, i ain’t go to class, i was criminology (i was criminology)
and the streets don’t love n0body, this sh-t sound crazy, but i gave it all to me (i gave it all to me, i swear on that sh-t)
mama say, “son, chill, you made it up out the streets” (hold up, ma)
i been tryna leave, but i can’t take the streets up out of me (you feel me?)
embracin’ all of my pain, i’m gettin’ too emotional, i might switch lanes (skrrt)
i ain’t get my credit up in this rap sh-t, but in the streets, i run the game (f-ck the industry)
what a sudden change
he was my dog, but then he gave my name up to them people (how the f-ck you do that?)
layin’ in my bed, i’m talkin’ to the reaper (i’ma k!ll him)
yeah, it’s been four days and i ain’t been to sleep (i ain’t been to sleep)
my shirt celine, but i got double c’s up on my feet, chanel (double c my feet)
ayy, you know what, just check, these n-ggas gon’ always fail (these n-ggas gon’ always fail)
we live in that afterlife, that’s why everyday feel like it’s h-ll (feel like h-ll)
better clutch your heater, n-gga, it’s hot outside (it’s hot)
n-gga, keep your distance if you ain’t ready to die
[outro]
you ain’t ready to die, n-gga
f-ck this sh-t, n-gga
spin that one more time, n-gga

- yungeen ace

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